Hey y'all! This is actually something I wrote a while back that I needed to get out of my system. If you follow my other story Moonlight Mafia, there was actually a scene in there based on this. I finally decided to just publish this. I'm feeling this as just a one-shot, but I might continue in the future!
Elena was the epitome of a "good girl."
Perfect grades, squeaky-clean record, head cheerleader, a nice circle of equally 'perfect' friends, volunteers for hours at the hospital on the weekends, and the list goes on and on. Being the only daughter of town-founding family members Dr. Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, she had an image to live up to- she was the perfect sweetheart of Mystic Falls, the angel everyone could look up to.
But the moan that escaped her lips as Damon Salvatore attacked her throat was purely sinful.
He somehow shoved her into some random janitor closet as she was walking through the school hallways, and before she could even think, Damon's lips were furiously kissing her in the darkness. She tried to resist, honest to god she did, but when it came to Damon, she just never could.
Damon's mouth trailed back to her mouth, and Elena eagerly welcomed it. She gripped his soft raven hair, scraping her nails lightly across his scalp. He groaned, bringing his hands to wrap around her waist tighter, and bring their bodies even more flush against each other. Elena let out another soft moan; Damon took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues mingling in wet harmony. Elena unconsciously rocked herself against the man ravaging her mouth; she felt a hardness against her lower belly.
Oh my god.
Damon hissed, pulling away. "Fuck."
Elena smirked as she began to nip at his jaw and neck, varying between wet kisses, bites, and licks- just the way she knew he liked it. His groaning and sighs made the heat between her legs grow even more intensely. The girl sucked and licked at his Adam's apple, knowing it drove him wild. Elena could feel his hands move up and down her back and sides, loving the sound of his pleasured breaths between his clenched teeth. Her heartbeat was slamming against her chest from the overstimulation of his touch; Elena bucked her hips unconsciously, the momentary delicious friction making the girl's head spin.
Damon's hands dropped to her hips, gripping her tightly so she wouldn't move.
"Fuck, Elena," he whispered hotly by her ear, nipping at its lobe. "You know how hard you make me, baby?" He swiped his tongue in and out of her ear; the lustful wet noise went straight to her throbbing heat as the man swayed his hips in agonizingly slow circles against her.
Elena managed to only whimper something in reply as Damon languidly dragged his tongue across her jaw, sucking almost painfully right on her neck's pulse point- definitely leaving a mark. Elena's legs were jelly, gripping Damon's shoulders to keep her steady. Smirking, he slipped a knee between her legs, and she whimpered at the feeling of his leg against her sensitive heat. Elena arched her back and she couldn't help but move her hips against him; she was aching for any sort of friction, anything. The wanton noise of their jeans rubbing together turned her on even more.
Damon's hands still on her hips, he tried futilely to make her stop, but soon, he rocked against her too. Their mouths found each other again, and Elena was on cloud nine. With every jerk of his hips, Elena could feel that pulsating ache in her stomach grow more and more unbearable; she knew Damon was close too, could feel his breathing growing more and more haggard.
"Damon. . . nn- ahh. . ." she tried to whisper, even though every fiber in her body wished she could scream. Damon swallowed her moans with his mouth and pulled her tighter against him; she hitched her leg around his waist, letting him get an even deeper angle to grind against her. His hand roughly pulled at the side of her thigh, and Elena gripped the back of his neck like her life depended on it. She could feel the creaking of shelves and wobbling bottles as they rocked against it, the wood digging at her back; but Elena could honestly care less.
His hand snaked around her sides and under her shirt to roughly massage her breast through her bra. Elena moaned and bucked roughly at the feeling; her hands left his neck as she began to untuck his shirt and run her hands over those godly muscles of his, letting her nails scratch against the skin of his back. Damon growled, and used a hand to reach behind her back and begin to unfasten her bra.
And then the bell rang.
Elena's eyes shot open and she dropped her leg; Damon had enough sense to stop, but she could see his pissed expression even in the darkness. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss against his straight-lined lips.
"Skip class with me?" he asked with those cute-yet-still-sexy puppy-dog eyes and pout, his arms wrapping around her waist. The girl sighed, softly giggling as she pressed her forehead against his.
"You know I can't," Elena replied apologetically, pressing another kiss to his lips; but Damon returned another and another, and soon they were making out again. God, the way his mouth just made her melt; it was like magic, and Elena was more than happy to be under his spell.
He groaned in annoyance when Elena forcefully pulled away eventually, leaving a last kiss on his pout; she giggled, and rubbed his cheek tenderly with her thumb. "I have Mr. Saltzman next, and you know how he is."
Damon rolled his eyes and sighed as Elena opened the door slightly, checking to make sure the hall was empty, and thankfully it was; she fixed her shirt and hair, getting her bag from the floor and adjusting it on her shoulders. She noticed Damon wasn't making any moves to leave.
"We've got to get to class, Damon," she arched her brow playfully; as she turned her back to him to leave, he quickly gripped her arms and shoved her back against his chest. His breath was hot against the shell of her ear, dripping with seduction and lust.
"Yeah, well, I need to go take care of something, since I can't exactly go to Calculus with this-" he roughly shoved his hardness against her ass; Elena whimpered as his sultry drawl washed over her. "-Can I?" He kissed behind her ear, shoving the chocolate hair away and trailing more kisses down her neck; Elena turned in his arms and kissed him again, locking his face between her hands. He did the same, and yeah, they were making out again.
This time it was Damon pulling away, smirking. "Alright, get to class Miss Gilbert, before I make you really late." He placed a plucky kiss on her cheek with a resounding 'muah' before finally releasing her and shoving a very dazed Elena out of the closet.
That's all folks! I know it's really short (again, this was just something to get out of my system). Should I continue it? Please rate and review!